Enlightenment

Long I sit in silence
quieting my inner realm.
I am the wind blowing through the trees.
I am the beautiful flower that blossoms in the spring.
I am the rain that falls and cleanses the soul.
My suffering has been long.
My desires have blinded my path.
Enlightenment is within my grasps.
I'm letting go and turning my pain over to the powers that be.

by Doc. Smooth

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